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Tony Stark

How long did it take for a government agency with more ties than Natasha had weapons to figure out a teenage kid. Apparently longer than anyone would have expected. It had been two days since Hemera Song's capture and Tony was beginning to grow curious.

The kid was a mystery. Everything they found out about her just raised more questions. Like, how was her father's DNA missing and why had she seemed defensive about the topic? Why did she speak in Greek? How did she have wings? Who were the 'they' she had claimed were coming? And who's deaths had this kid failed to stop?

To top it all off, Hemera didn't seem to need to sleep. Or, rather, she needed to sleep but was forcing herself to stay awake. She would sit huddled on the bed in her room with her wings curled around herself, eyes fixed on the door or window.

Because of this, when the kid- Tony really needed a better nickname for her... how about Feathers- fell asleep, it sparked some interest. She had just been sitting in her normal position and then her eyes had slipped closed. It had appeared to be a peaceful sleep, nothing strange besides the position, but then the shaking and crying had begun.

Hemera had just suddenly begun shaking, her wings folding even tighter around her form. Small sobs had begun to echo around the previously silent room. This alone was concerning. But then the pleas had started. Soft cries of 'Please- Don't- No-'.

Hemera Song

(AN: This PoV may be disturbing, mentioning/implying torture. Read at your own discretion-)

Hemera tried to hold off the sleep for as long as she could. She really tried. If she didn't sleep, she couldn't dream. But she couldn't hold it off forever. She had felt her eyes close and for a little while no dreams came. Then it began.

Hemera found herself hanging desperately on to a small ledge of rock over a vast pit. Being pulled- dragged down by invisible forces. Down, down, down into what looked like an infinite abyss below her. Her wings were broken and her fingers were slipping from the ledge. As her fingers slipped free and she fell, a deep voice rumbled from all around her.

"Oh Child of Eros. You believed you could escape me? It's time for you to come back home to where you belong. You would be so beautiful as General of my army. Join me and forsake the gods who abandoned you. Denounce your father who left you to me. Come home."

The dream changed. Hemera was now chained, alone in a hellish landscape with the smoke and ash filled air scrapping her throat with every breath. Her wings ached, both bound tightly to her back and broken. She let out a small sob as three distorted figures materialized, towering over her. They bared their claws as they stalked towards her. The deep voice returned, echoing from all around her.

"It could be so simple. Just join me. Lead my army. Crush our enemies. We don't need to go through this again do we? Was five years not enough?"

"Please- I can't hurt my friends-" Hemera pleaded, her eyes filled with tears as the figures approached.

"Your friends? The same ones who left you to me in the first place? When you join me, we can destroy them first." The voice offered, a tinge of mad excitement audible.

"Don't- It was my choice-"

"They let you fall."

"No-"

The figures attacked and Hemera jolted awake with a cry of pain.